All language subtitles for Wayward Pines - 01x02 - Dont Discuss Your Life Before (LOL)

Previously
on "Wayward Pines"...

Where am I?

You're in
Wayward Pines, Idaho.

Idaho?

Could have been much worse.

It was a nasty car accident.

- Hello?
- Theresa, there's been an accident.

So, what exactly are you doing
here, Mr. Secret Agent Man?

Missing person's
investigation.

Does your wife know that one
of the missing agents

you're looking for
is Kate Hewson?

What happened between
Kate and I, it's over.

I followed the address
that the bartender gave me.

And that's where I found
the body of my colleague.

- What happened to Evans?
- He tried to escape.

I don't have answers
for you, Ethan.

You should go.

Kate, I'm in trouble.

They're watching us.

- Who?
- Shh.

And listening.

- All I want to do
- Okay.

- is get out of this rotten, insane town!
- Okay. Okay.

It's just a town.

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You didn't make it too far,
did you?

How do I get out of here?

You don't.

Put your hands
on top of the hood.

Look,
I'm a government agent.

Yeah, and Mary Poppins
is your grandmother.

You're a guy with no I.D.,
no badge,

who just stole that car!

You want to move that gun?

Yeah, gladly.

You just assaulted
a federal agent.

No.

I just restrained a suspect
who was resisting arrest.

Get up on your feet.

You see, I called the Seattle
Secret Service Office.

They've never heard of you.

Who did you talk to
over there?

Never mind
who we talked to.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're still
my number-one suspect.

Look, I didn't kill Evans.

I was sent here to find him.

I can help you.

I've got 15 years of law
enforcement under my belt.

I don't care
what you think you got!

If I want your help,
I will ask for it.

Otherwise, you stay
in that hotel room.

Hey, Alex! Larry!

Don't try to leave, Mr. Burke.

That's rule number one.

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Hi.

Uh, who gave you permission
to be back there?

I did.

You know, you seem to be
the, uh, manager here.

Thank you.

Do you have
any working computers?

No, I'm afraid not, no.

How about a newspaper?

The Wayward Pines Chronicle,
yes.

We haven't had an issue
for about two weeks now.

I guess there hasn't been
that much news.

No, I guess not.

Oh, sorry, sir, you're not
supposed to... Mr. Burke.

Breaking and entering is a major
felony in the Gem State.

Now, what part
of "stay in your hotel room"

did you not understand?

Didn't realize
I was under house arrest.

Look, this is my colleague.

I can't just sit back
and not do my job.

Now, maybe you can't
understand that,

being a one-man operation
and all.

What were you just doing
when I walked in here?

I saw some mud
and some pines needles

on the bottom
of his boots.

He might have been killed
in the woods

and brought here
afterwards.

Yeah, that was already
in my report.

What's his body
still doing here?

Where's Forensics?

Forensics is coming
from Boise,

and it's gonna take them
a couple of hours.

I hope you haven't tainted
my crime scene.

No, the flies already
took care of that.

Mr. Burke, I want you to go back
to the hotel room.

We'll let the professionals
do their job.

Fine.

I'm gonna go back
to the hotel.

♪ Time and time ♪

♪ Yeah, hey, hey ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks for the clothes.

No problem.
They look cute.

Thanks.

I want to ask you some more
questions about Bill.

Do you know this song?

Oh, I love this song.

♪ It's the same thing,
same thing ♪

Come here and dance with me,
Mr. Burke.

Come on.

We have to talk
really quiet.

There's mikes
under the barstools.

You said
he tried to escape.

I was supposed
to escape with him.

How were you gonna do that?

He had a plan.
He had this notebook.

I found it.

It was stuck in his boot.

Well,
don't show it to me here.

There's cameras
everywhere.

That's okay.
I don't have it.

But I'll go get it.

- Hey, Beverly.
- I get off at 4:00.

You can meet me
at the mausoleum,

and we'll talk
about it then.

Here.

Why don't you get yourself
come coffee.

- Thanks.
- Oh, hey, Stan.

Finally.

You know, we've out of ketchup
for two days.

Bye, Mr. Burke!

You've reached the Burkes.

Sorry we aren't here
to take your call,

unless you're a telemarketer,

and then we are thrilled
to have missed your call.

Secret Service.

Yeah, Ethan Burke
for Adam Hassler.

He's not available
at the moment.

Is there something
I can help you with?

- Is this Marcy?
- Yes.

Marcy, I left a message
the other day for Adam Hassler,

and I haven't heard
from him.

If I said I would give him
the message,

then I'm sure I did.

Okay.

Are you sitting
at the reception desk

at the Seattle Office?

I have to go.

It's a simple question.

Are you sitting
at the seventh-floor

reception desk
at the Seattle Office?

Yes.
Now I really must go.

There is no seventh-floor
reception desk

at the Seattle Office.
Who are you?

All set, Mr. Burke.

You give that to me.
Yeah.

And I give this to you.

Thanks.

You must know just about
everybody in this town.

And almost everything
about them.

Do you know where
I might find Kate Hewson?

Kate Hewson...
I don't know her.

How can that be possible?

Ah.

Ballinger.

Oh. Yeah.
She's super nice.

She's been coming in here
for years.

She works at the toy store.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

8:30 is late, Ethan.

It's midnight.

Huh?

Oh, yeah, I should have called.

Things got a little
complicated at work.

Really?

Anybody I know?

Theresa, it's over.

Come here.

I love you.

Okay, get a room.

Get a room?

Last time we got a room,
we ended up with you.

Still no clues in the
Queen Anne district assaults.

Why isn't it on the news?

Because it's
classified while...

while they investigate,
sweetie.

What isn't classified
when it comes to Dad?

It's his excuse
for everything.

- What if he's dead?
- He's not dead.

How do you know that?
It's been five days.

Unless he's with
that woman again.

Which would be worse?

To what do I owe
the pleasure?

I just thought I'd stop by
and say "hi."

That was so nice of you.

How are you today?

I'm great, I think.

I haven't been able to get ahold
of anybody since I got here,

and I can't leave.

And the only reason
that I'm here

is because I was sent here

to find you and Bill Evans.

And guess what?
I found both of you.

Only you're... working
in a toy store

and living in a house
with a picket fence

and a man named Harold,

and Bill Evans'
mutilated corpse

is rotting in an abandoned house
on the outskirts of town,

which I found
a little bit surprising.

But other than that,
I couldn't be happier.

What happened to him, Kate?

And what happened to you?

Everything okay out here?

Oh, we're fine, Harold.
Thank you.

Ethan, I don't think you've
formally met my husband.

No, not formally.

Nice to meet you formally.

Well, I'm a little
under the gun.

I'm filling an order
for the school,

so I should get back
to that, but...

let's get to know each other
better real soon.

I look forward to it.

Great.

Wow. I never got
the wedding invitation.

We kept it intimate.

Yeah, so did we.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Yeah, here.

Ring up this.

Ethan.

Ring up the ducks.

What wrong with this money,
Kate?

The date on every bill
is 1988 or earlier.

The treasury seal,
it's counterfeit.

Any trained agent
could see that.

This whole town is flooded
with counterfeit money.

It's fake!

What are you hiding?

Would you like me
to wrap this up?

No.

I want you to answer me.

What happened to Evans?

It really is so sad
about Bill Evans,

especially for his widow.

He wasn't married.
You know that.

Patricia.

I don't think she's left
the house since he died.

I used to see her
every morning,

watering her pink hydrangeas

in front of
their light brown house.

Patricia has a real way
with flowers.

"Do not try to leave.

"Do not discuss the past.

"Do not discuss
your life before.

Always answer the phone
if it rings."

Ballinger Toys.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Are you Mrs. William Evans?

Yes, I am.

You are?

My name is Ethan Burke.

Bill and I were colleagues.

We worked together
at the Secret Service.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

Oh, Bill didn't work
for the Secret Service.

He mowed lawns.

Do you mind me asking
how long

you and Bill were married?

Almost a year.

Well, I don't mean to

alarm you, Mrs. Evans,

but there's no record of Bill
ever having been married.

Look, I'm alone
with a newborn baby,

so if you'll excuse me.

I was sent here
to find this man.

Now, I have reason to believe
that he was murdered.

My husband wasn't murdered.

He killed himself.

Are you sure?

Am I sure?

I watched it.

♪ This town is getting old ♪

Is Pope back there?

♪ The whistle blows... ♪

May I help you?

We're not gonna do this again,
are we?

Come on, you know who I am.

Yes, we all know who you are,
Mr. Burke,

and we're all very impressed
by your credentials.

- Well, where's Pope?
- I don't know.

Let me look in my magic 8 ball
and find out.

Oh, wait a minute,
I don't have a magic 8 ball.

Why don't you have a seat?

Find any suspects,
Mr. Burke?

Because I found one.

This ice cream cone here?

It's been up to no good.

Like somebody else
in this room.

You know, Mr. Burke,

I'm starting to get
the distinct impression

that you're not so happy
with your accommodations.

Perhaps I should upgrade you
to a suite

- or one of these cells.
- Come on.

You don't expect me to stay

in that hotel room all day,
do you?

You haven't spent any time
in there at all.

I hear you paid Patricia Evans
a visit.

Here the poor woman is grieving
over her dead husband,

and you go banging on her door
like a drunken Bible salesman.

I didn't know Evans was married
with a baby.

You think the baby did it,
huh?

Any word from Forensics?

They picked up your friend's
body about an hour ago.

They said they should have
results back

by tomorrow morning.

His wife says
he killed himself.

Now, Mr. Burke,
I know that you think

that nothing seems to make sense
in this town,

but one very important detail
you haven't mentioned

is that you were in a big-time
accident with a very large semi,

the doctors found bleeding
on your brain,

they wanted to drain the blood,
but you fled the hospital.

Am I right?

Is the body
in the morgue yet?

Sure is.

In the hospital.

Good.

Well, I-I'd like
to go over there now.

Don't.

I want you to stay away
from the body.

Leave it
to the professionals.

Okay.

Let me know
what the coroner says.

Mr. Burke.

Can't seem to stay away
from this place, can you?

Is the coroner around?

No, he left.
Maybe I can help you, hmm?

I thought
you worked upstairs.

I go where I'm needed.

Do you need me, Mr. Burke?

No.

Were you able
to reach your wife?

I know you really wanted
to talk to her.

Bet when you two
get back together,

you're gonna bang her brains
out, huh?

Ben, Theresa!

Mr. Burke.

Thank heaven you're back.

Where are they?

Who?

My wife!

My... my wife and my son.

I just saw them...

coming down this...
they were...

they were on, uh, stretchers
coming down this hallway.

Mr. Burke, no new patients have
been admitted since you left.

You should come
and lie down.

No, no, no.
I'm fine.

We lost track of you
the other night

before I had a chance to treat
your brain hemorrhage.

We've been very concerned.

I just saw them!

I'm not saying you didn't.

You miss them a lot,
don't you?

I'd like to see
my... my chart.

- By all means. I'll find your chart.
- Please do that.

But please, won't you sit down
just for a moment?

Mr. Burke...

every second,
your condition is worsening.

Unless I can get you
into surgery,

these hallucinations will...
will become more frequent

and more intense.

Have you noticed anything else
go unexplained?

I want to help you,
Mr. Burke.

But you have to give me
your consent.

Do I have your consent,

Mr. Burke?

Nurse, would you get his charts,
and then we can get started?

Of course, Doctor.

Right away.

Thank you, Nurse.

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You know we can't
break protocol.

If his face was on TV,

we could get leads or tips
or something.

We are doing everything
that we can.

Except anything that could
embarrass the Agency,

and in the meantime,

he could die
if he isn't dead already.

I am as frustrated
as you are.

Then act like it!

I'm sorry, Adam.

How's Ben holding up?

He thinks his father ran off
with Kate Hewson.

No.

He would not do that.

Not after...

He transferred to Boise,
right?

Theresa, I can't...

You can't disclose any details.
I know, I know.

I heard it a million times
from Ethan

to the point
where we barely talked.

Theresa.

I need to know if Ethan
is in Boise.

I can't believe
you went to the hospital.

Maybe you do have
brain damage.

I thought
I saw my wife and kid.

Maybe you did.

Get this.

It's some kind of...

escape plan.

Maybe we can use it.

Well,
before we do anything,

we're gonna have to take out
your microchip.

My what?

- Aah!
- Sorry.

I don't have any actual
medical training.

No kidding.
Let me get it.

Can't they track us
in here?

I've hidden in here before
with the chip.

I think the thick stone walls
disrupt the signal.

Ow.

I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Okay,
now put it in your pocket

so they don't know
you removed it.

You'll ditch it
as soon as we run.

This is the same technology
they use to track animals.

You got anything
to close this wound?

Just duct tape.

- It's better than nothing.
- Hmm.

All right.

So, what's our plan?

"Our" plan?
You're the Secret Service agent.

You're gonna come up
with a plan.

If I could come up with a plan,
I would have left a year ago.

Did you tell me that
you came here in 1999,

or am I hallucinating?

You weren't hallucinating.

And that was a year ago?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I came here five days ago,
and it was 2014.

Who was your president?

Bill Clinton.

You ever heard of Obama?

9/11?

When's your birthday?

November 1st.

What year?

1960.

Huh.

You look pretty good
for 54.

Well, I guess that's a point
in the "plus" column.

Look at these tombstones.

There's no names, dates.

The more you see,

the less anything makes sense
in this town.

When I first woke up here,

I was so disoriented
that I believed them

when they told me
I lived here.

I remember walking around
in this fog

with no competing memories.

Eventually, they came back,

and now I just
keep my head down,

I go to work, I go home.

And I know
this isn't my life.

Didn't take me too long
to realize

that it was the fear that keeps
everybody in line here.

Fear of what?

What happened
to Bill Evans.

Who killed him?

Sheriff Pope.

He cut his throat
while the whole town watched.

Bill and I had a time
and a place

all figured out
and everything,

and then two days before...

I think he just snapped.

And he took off all by himself,
and he gave me no warning.

Well, you're alive
because of it.

Yeah, I'd rather die

than pretend this is normal
for one more day.

Hey.

Hold this.

What the hell
are you doing?

The cameras ping off
the movement of the chip.

Oh.

There's hardly any cars
around here.

Yeah, cars.

I haven't seen a single airplane
the whole time I've been here.

Now, look who it is.

Kate!
Kate.

Hi... Harold.

Um, Ethan, this is Kate
and Harold Ballinger.

We know each other.

I'm so glad you two are...
Is this a date?

- Well, I'm...
- No.

I-I-I mean, well...

- It's not...
- I have an idea.

Why don't the two of you come
over for dinner tomorrow night?

We should get to know
both of you better.

That would be perfect.

Oh, great.
That... that would be great.

We'd love that.

Excellent.
We look forward to it.

Let's say 7:30?

7:30?

- Okay.
- Yeah.

See you then.

Are we really
going to dinner?

Yes, we are.

Trust me.

Light rain
for the next three days

in much of
the Pacific Northwest,

but by Thursday,

we're looking at a week-long
streak of sunshine and...

I'm going to Boise.

What?

Yeah,
I'm gonna find him myself.

Now?

No, in the morning.

Either Ethan is dead or
he has abandoned his family,

and I'm gonna find out
which one it is.

And if it is the latter,

then I am going
to kill him myself.

Oh, can I help?

Yes,
you can stay with Ben.

I'm coming with you.

No, sweetie, you have to
stay with Aunt Darla.

You have school.

No, I'm coming with you.

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- And very demanding.
- Mm-hmm.

He's barging in,
saying "Where's Sheriff Pope?

I'm a Secret-Service agent.
I got a big emergency."

It's driving Arnie crazy.

Well, he's a wild one,
that's for sure.

Thank you.

Slammed me into a wall
just a few days ago.

You ever try and suture
your own nose, Arlene?

I heard he's been here
quite a bit.

He's probably got a little thing
for you, Beverly.

Wouldn't that be nice,
Beverly?

Finally settle down
with someone, hmm?

I don't think so, okay?

He has a wife,
and he misses his wife a lot.

Oh, so you talk to him.

Well, it's my job,

if somebody's gonna sit there,
that I talk to them.

But not about the past.

Never.

♪ ...in the shadows
by the street light ♪

♪ On the sidewalk... ♪

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Nice house you got here.

I hope I never see this
house again.

Maybe we shouldn't go
to the dinner.

We could just not go.

I don't trust Kate.
I don't trust her.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Evans didn't trust her.

You trust me, don't you?

The last time I trusted one
of you guys,

I got ditched.

All right, well, I'm not
gonna ditch you, okay?

Look, I've known Kate
for a long time,

and right now, I don't trust her
any more than you do.

But if we skip out
on this dinner,

they're gonna know
something's up.

I worked it into the plan.

I found a route
that will conceal us

till we get to the outskirts
of town.

And tonight, at some point
during the course of dinner,

I'm gonna excuse myself to the
bathroom and check for mikes.

When I come back, I want you
to wait three minutes.

I want you to get up, I want you
to go to the same bathroom,

I want you to take out
your chip,

and I want you
to leave it there,

somewhere where they're not
gonna find it.

Maybe behind the toilet.

- Okay.
- And then come back to the table.

We finish dinner,
and then we say goodnight.

And we leave,
and we go to the cemetery,

where I stashed Evans' bag
behind the mausoleum.

What if they
catch on to us?

- No.
- No, I mean it.

- You know...
- Hey, hey.

They're not gonna
catch on to us...

as long as we stick
to the plan.

Okay.

Just pretend.

Woodworking was just
always my thing.

And, uh, when did you
open the store?

Oh, um,
when was it, Harold?

Eight years ago.

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

- Has it been that long?
- Yep.

Wow.

Eight years?

That's almost hard
to believe.

Time flies, doesn't it?

Yeah, sure does.

Can I use your bathroom?

Of course.
It's right by the front door.

Ah, thank you.

Harold's specialty
is rocking horses.

Back in Portland, my daughter
has a rocking horse.

Oh, I didn't know
you had a daughter.

No, I mean...

W-W-What's her name?

What?

Harold, how did you
get into woodworking?

H-Hold on, Ethan.

We were talking
about Beverly's daughter.

Will you excuse me?

No.

Yes!

No, he does not want
to hear it.

- He won't let me say this.
- You're embarrassing me.

Harold won
the horseshoe tournament

for the second year
in a row,

and I happen to think
that's something to brag about.

Uh, that certainly is.

D-Do you play horseshoes,
Ethan?

Huh?
You know, it's funny.

I-I never did
play horseshoes.

You know, Beverly seemed
a little uneasy.

I'm gonna go check on her.

You know,
she was complaining

about an upset stomach
earlier,

but don't let it interrupt
your dinner.

Well, I'm already up.

No,
I'm gonna go check on her.

Yeah.

If I don't, I'll never hear
the end of it.

You know what I mean,
Harold?

You know that, yeah.

But I appreciate your concern.
Sit down, sit down.

I'm sorry, look...

Beverly apologizes.

It seems
that stomach ailment

has really gotten
the better of her.

Oh, no.
I hope it wasn't my cooking.

Oh, God, no.
No, no, no, no.

She's outside.
I'm just gonna...

I'm gonna walk her
on home.

Oh, of course, yeah.
You should definitely...

Oh, uh, can I give you a piece
of pie for the road?

Uh, oh, no, no, no,
thanks.

But let's do this again
real soon, okay? Thanks.

- Sure.
- Definitely.

You think
they're gonna run?

Absolutely.

Psst, hey.
Listen to me.

What the hell happened?

I told them
that I had a daughter.

I slipped.
I'm not a good liar.

They could see it
in my face.

- Okay, it's okay.
- I said...

Shh, it's okay.
All right.

Let's just walk calm.

Okay.

What did you do
with the chip?

I left it in the bathroom
like you said.

Okay, okay, okay.

I didn't know
you had a daughter.

Yeah.
She's six years old.

She lives in Portland
with my mom.

Listen, promise me one thing.

If I don't make it
out of here,

just promise me you'll...

- Hey, hey, hey, none of that.
- go to her.

We're gonna make it
out of here.

- Oh, God.
- What is it?

That's how it started
when they killed Bill.

- The telephones.
- All right.

All the telephones!

Come on!

We're looking out for them.

Grab my hand.
Don't let go.

They're gonna kill us!

Don't let go of my hand.

- All right, shh.
- Okay.

Get to the cemetery.
Get the map.

I won't leave without you.

Go and get your daughter!
I'll distract them.

They ran that way!

That guy was last seen
by the Ballingers!

They've been spotted!

- Right?
- Yeah.

A male and female.

Hey. Hey!

Where is she?

Right there, right there!

- Do you see him?
- Yeah.

We'll meet them
back at the rendezvous.

Before we begin,

I'd like to thank everyone
for being here.

I'd like everyone
to take a moment

to thank Kate
and Harold Ballinger

for doing their civic duty

and bringing this woman
to justice!

Beverly Brown tried to leave.

She discussed the past.

Oh, no.

As I've said
many times before...

...it is not just my job
to keep this town safe.

It's everybody's!

Justice!

She deserved it!

Way to go, Sheriff!

We cannot tolerate people

who don't play by the rules!

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